[bad word] to line the road with scarlet flowers
Creatures begin to stir in [bad word] 
Through summer days that last a thousand hours
'Til nighttime drops down in a hush

choir brightly sing
Shine like an heirloom ring

Within the tomb that has the light interred
In time will she release her prisoner
No sound at all the cold is swallowing
The rise and fall of some black hooded thing

solitary bird
Hides beneath its wing

'Til ivy paints the wall with green again
And all God's creatures start to crawl
From when the harvest moon is vanishing
lonely crow begins to call

solitary sun
Sleeps above it all